Jackass nudist

2009.10.11 01:16 GLneo Hi, I'm Johnny Knoxville, Welcome To Jackass!

Jackass is an American reality series, originally shown on MTV from 2000 to 2002, featuring rad people performing various dangerous, crude self-injuring stunts and pranks. The show served as a launchpad for the television and acting careers of Bam Margera, Steve-O, and also Johnny Knoxville, who previously had only a few minor acting roles. The show placed #68 on Entertainment Weekly's "New TV Classics" list. Their antics are loved & the Jackass spirit lives on! 🌈🐓

2008.01.25 13:44 Jackass nudist

Things that make you say "What the F*ck".

2020.10.29 15:51 thatsallfolks-19 I'm so fucking sick of pretending that everything is OK over quarantine.

We're in the middle of a pandemic. This is a fact. The virus is highly contagious and potentially lethal. Also a fact. Quarantine is the best tool we have to control the virus pre-vaccine, but it was never meant to be used for this long. The Trump administration fucked up the response, so if you live in the US, either your state government is a necrotic brain tumor pretending everything's OK and you and everyone around you is always at risk of serious illness because "die for the economy! :)", or you've been isolated for almost a year because your state government has both empathy and functioning neurons and wants to protect you from the other states.
I want to make it very clear that I know lockdown is the best option, but it still sucks. My mental health is regressing to where it was in middle school. I want to die because I genuinely can't imagine what the future is like anymore. I feel bad for all my friends who lost their proms and graduation ceremonies last year, but now that I'm a senior, I'm getting none of it! No homecoming, no halloween parties, no clubs or school plays, and very likely no prom or graduation. I don't want to play the "I-have-it-worse" Olympics but I've seen ZERO. FUCKING. SYMPATHY. for my class. I get it, everyone is burned out, but where did all the "I feel bad for the seniors :(" go?
If I read what I'm writing now a week ago I'd think I was being a selfish asshole but we're all thinking it and personally, I'm sick of stuffing it all down. Just because you hate what's going on right now doesn't mean you're the same kind of jackass who throws a temper tantrum at your state capitol building with an assault rifle. Quarantine fucking sucks. Full stop. The alternative sucks more but that doesn't mean any of us are thriving and I'm so so so so so so SO FUCKING SICK of the holier-than-thou fuckwads who tell you you're basically Hitler if you hang out with a friend without social distancing. We need some sense of normalcy.
This absolutely read as melodramatic and woe-is-me, but you're thinking along the same lines too.
submitted by thatsallfolks-19 to offmychest [link] [comments]

2020.10.29 06:32 sosouthern1 Jackass - X10 Lockdown (Drill Drum Kit)

SoSouthern Sound currently has 10 complete drum kits to download for free. Simply follow the link, select the kits and enter the correct code. There is no need to enter credit card details when everything in the shopping cart is free. A drum kit costs $9.99 All drum kits are royalty-free, which means you can use them in your music projects without any problems!
submitted by sosouthern1 to YouTubeSubscribeBoost [link] [comments]

2020.10.29 02:30 Dr_Koolhaas Jackass nudist

Danish engineering is right up there with german engineering and martin even works with the engineering school at aarhus university in developing their products. Martin moving heads for the most part have always been quite reliable regardless of how hard they are worked and in recent years martin lights have been gaining a reputation for being bulletproof dependable. And i dont believe any other light manufacturer has over the years had visual effects as pleasing as martins. Chauvet on the other hand is simply american trash. Buying a 1000$ chauvet MH instead of a martin is like buying a chevy corvette instead of a porsche turbo. If you have to ask why someone choose a porsche turbo over a chevy corvette, youre too stupid to make enough money to buy either, so dont worry about it.
submitted by Dr_Koolhaas to lightingdesign [link] [comments]

2020.10.29 00:42 Spacesuitkid New Rule. The Jackass Clause

Due to some previous mischief on this sub. It’s a rule I didn’t think needed to be put in print but apparently it does. So here it goes...
If you are unwilling to be respectful of others on this sub you will receive a permanent ban. Plain and simple. It’s not a hard rule to follow. I’m not saying you can’t have a civil discussion. This is more pointed to those who decide to deliberately go after and antagonize others for the sake of attention. If you try this the only attention you’ll get is by the mods in the form of a ban.
Thanks for supporting our little community KING OF THE CABS
submitted by Spacesuitkid to RegularCabClub [link] [comments]

2020.10.28 23:59 CyclopeanMonarch Jackass nudist

When the Im...when Ahmet Demir heard the door to his chambers swing open he didn't bother to look up from his book of poetry. It was either the enlisted man dropping his lunch off or one of the coup's officers coming along to pass on this bit of news or that about Elazig's goings-on. Either way he didn't want to give hem the satisfaction of reacting. Footsteps entered the room, drumming on the hardwood floor, and passing the simple table that stood near the room's entrance. So an officer then; the enlisted men never bothered to walk this far.
Pitching his voice as coldly as he could he called out, "I take it you've finally decided what you're going to do with me. I'll admit, I'm interested to see what you've come up with." He flipped the page and feigned reading, "As long as I live the people will rally around me as a symbol and the longer you leave me here the more time they have to organize. But, the moment I die in your custody they'll rise up and tear you to pieces--organized or not. You can try banishment but there's no guarantee that I won't simply orchestrate my return from abroad--"
He was cut off when the officer slapped a newspaper down in front of him and pointed sharply at the headline. Ahmet could read the letters just fine, but put together in the order that they were they didn't make sense to him. Couldn't make sense. Feeling his heart pound in his breast the holy man glared up at the other, "What's the meaning of this?"
"Exactly what it says," growled the putschist, "Peace talks have failed--the Greeks plan to launch another offensive sometime in May." Demir's brow furrowed as he tried to process that, "What do you mean they failed? The last one of you that was here all but bragged that peace was all but assured. That all that was needed was for the people to be told the terms. What could've happened in," he glanced quickly over to the calendar by the window, "a bloody month?!"
The officer, brute that he was, simply grunted and plopped himself down in the chair opposite, "We've no bloody idea. We'd agreed to the terms, got to organizing the parties for the elections, started setting up the infrastructure for it all, began planning the reconstruction, and then--" the man flapped his hand idly, "all the sudden that jackass over in Hellas is blaring over the radio that their dead need more or some such." The hand came down hard on the table, "As if our dead don't mean shit compared to his invading little shits."
The deposed leader focused on the hand and saw...that it was shaking. Then he looked up shrewdly and cocked his head faux-quizzically, "It's good of you to keep me up to date on your failure, but what does any of this have to do with me?" He pointed at the uniformed man, "You're the government after all, not me." That drew an ugly sneer to the traitor's face, "And we don't regret that for a moment. You'd have had us all don in a tide of blood while you looked for the silver bullet to turn back the Greeks."
Visibly composing himself he went on, "But, our own gambit has failed--the Greeks are even more two faced than we'd thought." The next words seemed to make him physically ill as he said them, "Unfortunately we cannot unite the country behind us--not when the people barely acknowledged us when our claim to fame was that we'd bring an end to the fighting. We...need you to work with us."
"Work with you?" Ahmet could barely hold in the angry guffaws bubbling up within him, "After you deposed me in the first place? When the people can barely stand you? I see how you and yours benefit, but what does working with you bring me or the people?" The blunt reply drew him up short.
"Your life and theirs." The putschist shifted in his chair and for the first time Ahmet remembered the weapon at his side, "See, we've got one last string left to pull and we need the people calm and organized to do that. You can make that happen." The corner of the man's lips drifted upward, "Dead or alive. After all, you're a symbol or a martyr to them aren't you? Would truly be a shame for the Greeks to firebomb your residence right before you had a chance to deliver a rousing speech calling for unity in the face of barbarism. A speech that you so kindly would leave for the new National Government to publicize and rally the people around."
The imam sat back slowly in his chair before he spoke again, voice trembling with fury, "Yes, it'd be such a shame.....you mentioned another string to pull." The bastard snorted victoriously, "Your deposal had a couple of supporters abroad. One is occupied at the moment but the other has already shown an interest in aiding us--as long as we make a few minor additions here and there to our governance. Additions that the public need to support or at least not actively oppose while the war goes on." The ting of pleasure in his face drained away and was replaced by a frown, "Or else we'll all get to enjoy resting under Greek boots."
The Imam stood up and strode over to his wardrobe, "After all this--if there is an after--there will be a reckoning for what you've done." He pulled one of the fine robes he'd worn for his public appearances and fingered it reverently, "When do we need to start."
The officer gave a half-hearted scoff and headed for the door, "As soon as you're done dressing."
"My brothers and sisters! It brings me the utmost joy to see you all again--even if it is under this darkest of moments. I know that you are angry, that you hate the Provisional Government, that you wish to tear them down for their treachery! But you must hold back that urge, temper it, sharpen it, and turn it against our true enemies! The men and women who removed me from my position acted out of love--love of you, love of Elazig, love of the very ideals that act as our nation's bedrock! But the Greeks! They spit on the very idea of you, of your forefathers, of your hopes and dreams! They must be driven back from our lands--back across the border--back to the seas if need be! And that is something that we must do TOGETHER. Henceforth I will be forming a coalition government with the Provisionalists--The National Legionary Republic for the Liberation of Elazig! We will combine their goals and ours--a strong hand reaching for the future even as another holds tight to the traditions and heart of the past. United we shall triumph over our enemies. For together we are Legion!"
The Imam kept the expression of righteous fury upon his face until he was sure the roaring crowd behind him could not see. Then it slid away and left only a seething anger. "Was that good enough?"
Prime Minister Ahmed Riza nodded, satisfied.
submitted by CyclopeanMonarch to PostWorldPowers [link] [comments]

2020.10.28 20:38 Security_Guard_Shane Jackass nudist

I used to have to walk to and from work, unless I had a ride. Things were usually calm, only running into a few jackasses that didn't use their turn signals, not paying attention to their surroundings, and other things that prove that no one really knows how to drive in this town. But there was always something that I felt like people driving trucks, red ones specifically, did every time they saw me crossing the street. I'll be halfway to the sidewalk, and the person driving the truck always seems like they purposely speed up, as if trying to tell me to get off the road, or they'd run me over.
This happens always in broad daylight and sometimes I'll only be two steps away from the sidewalk, but the trucks will speed up anyway. It always annoyed me. It left me wondering if they were people that knew me in high school, and just wanted a way to tick me off again. I just wanna know why they always speed up! I shouldn't be having moments where I'm worried about my life when I'm on my way to work.
One night, I had a really rough night at work. I didn't even clock out till 1AM and I usually got out at 11PM at the latest. Sadly, the bartender that closed with me that night, didn't give me a ride. So I walked. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy walking home at night. Not very many people were out, and it was always peaceful to me. I listen to a podcast or an audiobook whenever I do walk to or from work. It helps keep my mind off things and makes the walk seem shorter.
I was so tired that when I went to cross the street, I didn't even notice the headlights of an oncoming truck. By the time I did, all I could do was freeze, close my eyes, and brace for whatever happened next. But then… nothing. I felt an unusual breeze go past me. It hadn't been windy the entire time that night. I heard a truck door shut, making me look over to see that somehow, the truck was now on the opposite side of me. A man walked towards me. He looked to be about maybe five years older than me. He wore a hat with a Nascar logo on it, a hoodie with the logo for some mechanic, and jeans that looked to have oil or grease stains scattered around them.
"Alright, I've been ignoring this for the longest time but I think it's about time I ask you this. The others and I wanna know, how the hell are you able to see us?" He asked. I stared at him blankly, confused as I blinked a few times to make sure what I heard was real.
"I'm sorry, but how could I not see you? Whenever you, or your other truck buddies in this town see me walking, you guys always speed up!” I said as I crossed my arms. The man pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, offering it to me. I sighed and shook my head. "I don't smoke dude."
"No man, just try to take it." He explained. I hesitantly reached over to take the cig from him, but my grasp went through both him and the cancer stick.
"What… the fuck?" I began wondering aloud, confused as to what just happened. The man chuckled, putting the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it, and taking a relaxed puff from it.
"A few years ago, this was a big accident just outside of town. A few kids were having a drag race with trucks, wanting to prove who was the fastest and best driver. But since it was pouring rain, all it did was cause a collision. Me, and the others died from the accident. Now we're left out here to drive in this weird form of purgatory. Whenever we see someone on the road, we always speed up. It's basically a big fuck you to death, since we know no one would get hurt." He explained to me. I rubbed my eyes and sighed.
"So, you and your buddies are ghosts, and I'm the only one that can see you?" I asked. He nodded, and I rubbed my forehead.
"I don't know how you're able to see us kid, but at least you know no ones trying to run you over." He said before getting back in his truck. I started to walk back home, ready to just lay in bed and pass out. Then suddenly I felt someone wrap their arm around my neck, putting me in a choke hold with a gun pressed against my head.
"Try anything funny, or scream, and I'll kill you where you stand." The attacker said to me, making me struggle less.
"Hey man, what the hell do you want? Come on dude, I'm just trying to get home from work." I rambled, trying to get him to let me go. I was shocked when I felt him let go of me completely. I looked behind me, seeing him pointing the gun at himself.
"What the hell is happening to me?" He mumbled as he shakily pushed the gun closer and closer to his head. The gun shot made me jump back. As the attacker's body fell, I saw the ghost from earlier, standing in his place.
"You might wanna get home, before the cops show up." I listened to the ghost, and ran home. That was the last time I ever saw the ghosts at night. That was also the last time I saw my attacker.
submitted by Security_Guard_Shane to nosleep [link] [comments]

2020.10.28 18:34 wack_quack Worth it to restart for side quests?

I just finished Route A yesterday, I didn't realize it was the last main quest I was on,, and a lot of side quests were left unfinished-- like the 11B's Memento one, one for 6O (lunar flower or something??) Jackass's tests in the desert, Mysterious Letter coordinates, and a few others I can't remember. I'm level 22, idk if that's relevant. I guess I'm just wondering if it would be worth it to restart the game or not :) I'm not sure how the game's gonna continue after route A so please keep any story spoilers to a minimum
submitted by wack_quack to nier [link] [comments]

2020.10.28 18:25 M_i_c_K Jackass nudist

Straight From The Jackass . . . submitted by M_i_c_K to conservativecartoons [link] [comments]